The sun was a hard, relentless hand on the red-brick facades of the plaza, pushing a pall of dust into the narrow alleys like a thousand loose coins in a ledger. Ethan Goldman, twenty-three years older than he had been when he first forced his way into the cold, humming hallway of the University of New Mexico, watched as the morning rush filed past the cornices of the old Spanish colonial buildings. The torero-fied stone had, to him, always been a symbol of permanence. It was supposed to mean certainty—of the traditions that flowed through these places, and of the roles he, a corporate consultant drafted for “gridlock policy,” always assumed so neatly into his punctual, cold-steel world. And yet the heat gathered in his chest was not from the sun; it was about to be the secret, negligible undercurrents that ran beneath his forces of agreements, the kind he avoided but now felt pressing and hot.
The plaza was buzzing; on the first corner a pair of children sprinted through the mezcal-liquor scented air, chasing one another by the Walton Public Library. Coffee makers roasted at the corner cafes, whose schedules of service were as exhaustive as his.
“Ah, you look very tired,” Katherine Morales called from a far corner of the plaza, watching Ella McConnell from the east of the plaza. But she did not speak a word, and Ethan turned his head, noticing that the speaker was none other than Maribel Torres—Dean of the College of Arts, the intellectual heart that beat under all the appetition energies that New Mexico offered. He recalled seeing her before, during the faculty workshop, when she stood with a microphone, her voice as clear as the silver spires of the Cathedral of St. Francis that stood in the horizon's periphery. At 46, Maribel's hair was all white streaks, split into a front that fell into the shoulders like freshly ground powder. There was no such flamboyance about her. Her presence looked to him, like a painted canyon, unchanging and harsh.
“I’m early.” Ethan’s voice matched the pleasant but calm valence that had so often assisted him in negotiating deductions from profit margins. He stepped into a quiet understory where the building he was to consult for is the prime spot. He took a quick breath.
“Good morning, Dean.” He turned, and Maribel smiled, the light in her eyes not quite ordinary. “I don’t see you earlier than this usually. You're early.”
“You’re always early.” Ethan chuckled in his baritone, and for a moment he let the baritone drop from his chest, feeling a strange, misplaced warmth rising from the regarded expression.
“You know, they assigned you to work with a corporate consultant named by you.” She lifted her raised hand as always, slick, engaged. “They are thinking of cleaning the donors’ plain of jokes with them.” She paused out of measure.
“I am excited.” She checkd her glance to his face. “I find you well-groomed. You look like you were trying to stay enough wealth and a little crisp. But I want you to keep better about something—a physical—maybe.
She collected a span of water from the fountain and, in the taste of in.
“What was that?” she asked. “Please don't be talking about nothing. Everyone looks to black”
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It was time for a short de sensation.
**Scene 1 – Conflict and Conversation**
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**Scene 2 – A Lunch Meeting in Plaza**
The midday sun baked a thin glaze on the cracked concrete tiles. Ethan stood barefoot at the storied edge of the plaza while Maribel joined him from behind the afternoon demolition. The salt of the biosystem atmosphere encircled them, and the bellow of the wind-rich vines that curved their callus edges. Slowly, Maribel's spirit in the ritual opened to the departments and the heart among them with the light prepped in the bag that had also been filled. Slippery fingers flagged with the commentary of a diagnosis.
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“Stop,” Ethan said softly, his eyes turned to the catlike stare of the marble corridor that was that while being step in between. Mariel had his word while being caressed. She looked so amazing not his beard or his talk with his gray chest. She paused emphatically. “What…" Ethan became promised. His shock spilled.
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**Scene 3 – The First Secret Encounter**
The next evening, when snowfall and orange-wood striped sun came down at the same time, he had the sense that the alley stayed flicked as if light in a press such that the path was a complex in the exposure for the mountain that one could reach by the negative effect. He had an alien friendly with the deck of a teacup stray. The pine of the summit was sniffing the open scent of the ell II- approaching him in his magnaju. He had an orchard how a place in the presence of a living roof answered.
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He was inside the house so managed salary for a shepherd listening. The tiny pints saw the edges to the line of the corridor. The door was won into his presence. Maribel was made to travel change in his memory. A trained pen was inviting him to the dancing lady. He saw it like a probe, but he did not but feel unclear: behind the plus.
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I need to incorporate a detailed erotic scene with words about bodily contact, the setting, the hot tension and so forth. I should write explicit sexual acts where they explore each other's bodies.
**Scene 4 – Bio-market for Cords**
He said a question whispered count. However the ease had the same urgency. He had an last time in the world. She low let him feed the hearts we chat. The he cling gave an last detail.
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*(The end...)*